Today's country is just '80s rock

Saturday night, a lovely evening in Historic Edgefield. Windows are open and the evening air is filled with the sounds of '80s rock - screaming guitars, plodding bass, slow-pounding rhythm, completely tuneless. Some neighbor must be having a Whitesnake or Foreigner party.

Wait: The sound is coming from LP Field. Country music, ho-ho ... I was raised in New England so I'm not as up on this as some, but if that's country, I'm the Easter bunny.

All you have to do is play bad rock 'n' roll and sing with a Southern accent, and you're a country music artist! Welcome, my son, to the machine. As a Nashvillian, I am grateful for the $30 million the festivities injected into our economy; I'm just saying.

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Today's country is just '80s rock

Saturday night, a lovely evening in Historic Edgefield. Windows are open and the evening air is filled with the sounds of '80s rock ? screaming guitars, plodding bass, slow-pounding rhythm,